No Word from My lips

It is that time of year where you review the past and look to the future. The passing holiday has revealed more than what a meal can provide. I felt both near and at a distance, if that can be possible. In my minds eye I find myself trying to fix what seems almost impossible to bring to terms. Trapped in a situation that  chokes the breath out of a person. I saw that the children grow up and make their own decisions and more times than enough it doesn't include the family as a whole. I also had a glimpse of the truth of friendship, when all else fades , friendship surfaces in a comforting way.
Life is all about right and wrong, opportunities and choices and a bit of circumstance. Like a blue print we are engrained with a set of morals that direct us through process to choose right and wrong. Occasionally it feels more like guilt than right and wrong. I try to listen to all parts of my being, What is right and wrong and who is it right and wrong for?  Now comes the conscience which I attribute to guilt which interferes with choice. Life is like  a big circle going round and round and when you find the end it is over.
The wrong in life can be comfort simply because you know what to expect.  Therefore we allow the web of life to put a restraint upon our choices. I find it to be a case of the " scales of justice" which way does our choices lean and who benefits. On one side of the scale is time on the other side consequence and I find myself on the side that weighs heavily with choice.

 

 

 

Listen to the sounds of your heart to mine,

a sound in rhythm that documents time.

 

Stay here with me and lie here in my arms,

you are so ever close and never ever very far.

 

I don' t need a love song, no music for me,

I'll just dance to our hearts even if its

only in my dream.

 

The music of the soul, the words of my

heart, the love we shared from the very

start.

 

Lips upon lips, hand locked for all time

as my soul and yours gently entwines.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunrise in the morning,

sand beneath my feet,

I can hear the ocean

as if it was talking

to me.

 

Melancholy sounds

and a song of waves

splash against the

rocks acknowledging

another day.

 

~

My heart wants to believe

in what tomorrow can bring,

love and romance direct

from my dreams.

 

The stars are shining

behind the dark great clouds

giving hope to the moment

as the rain comes falling down.

 

~

I  close my eyes to see you near,

in the dark your heart lights the way

and there I say my hello and goodbyes

as another dream finds its way.

 

I close my eyes to see you near,

your arms stretched out to me,

I know where I belong and

I know you belong with me.

 

 

I find myself looking back through my yesterdays,
wondering if the choices led me the wrong way.
Tears that flowed like a wild mountain stream,
sometimes just one tear drop and others a flood
that moves out to sea.


Skies that were once barren and gray,
were cast in a blue that never fades away.
I find myself lost like a ship at sea , until
I look into the heavens to find you were
always here with me.

Memories of Yesterday

I chose this old picture,
a memory of yesterday,
arching over the water
the bridge led your
love into my heart to
stay.

I chose the blue of summer,
the sky absent of any gray,
when joy was all we shared
and happiness was never
far away.

For You

All is possible,
the dreams are real,
with your hand in mine,
your love I feel.

Across the sea and
the barriers of time,
breaking down walls
so that you are mine.

Tears of happiness,
that I can't explain,
except for the love
I experience each
 day.

Saturated is this
pillow of mine
from the tears
that have fallen
they leave a
sign.

Some things are
a day or two,
but our love is
as true as the
heavens blue.

Winter's Poem A Day

I passed over the mountains
crossed the many seas and there
deep within my dreams I have
found you next to me.

One silly tear roles down my
cheek and with it comes a
reminder of how very much
you mean to me.

You are the blue in the heavens,
a field of daisy in bloom and
when I think about it you're
even in my good morning dew.

~





The wind rips through the trees
and the snow does nothing to
please. Winter has spoken
through the cruel winter
breeze.

I spend my days dreaming
of my yesterdays, when you
first said hello and replaced
those skies of gray.

There is ice upon the window
and I could script in it your
name but I chose my heart
and that is where I hold
you to this day.

!

They cut down the pine trees,
they took each one away,
but they couldn't take my
memories that I hold to
this day.

I hold the laughter, the
smiles that you gave to me
and I hold them in my heart
day after day.

Tis the Season

                                                   Treasured moments are the ones shared
                                                      with that special person in your life.

Life is rarely a Rockwell painting. Though I have been fortunate to have all my children together for the holidays..  In this day and age where divorces are common place and travels take people around the world, children off to college, and the chance that family all lives in the same neighbor is rare.   The holiday has taken on a different view as we try to hang on to memories of yesterday. I believe our Rockwell expectations set us for a great disappointment. How do these expectations take root?  The media, society and sometimes it is what we are taught or how our parents provided for us.
My own emotions are toyed with around the holidays as I live with the true Grinch of not just Christmas but the holidays in general. Each year I tell myself I would rather hibernate like a bear than prepare for the holidays, but than one of my children will pull on the strings of my emotions and whether you call it responsibility or guilt, I begin to set the wheels of life in motion. For isn't that what a parents job is to create memories?
Though the Rockwell paintings provided us with a image of a traditional holiday, I think it is important to realize that holidays come whether or not we create the expect visual. The images of the elderly in nursing homes, the homeless in food kitchens, students who couldn't make it back home, soldiers that are over seas, employees, doctors, etc . There are many people who will not be creating a Rockwell painting. Holidays were created in away to document a holiday, celebrate or share in a loving moment, no matter how you celebrate your holiday or with whom, I wish you all a very happy holiday season.

The celebration of love

as document by the heart.

~

I admire the birds of winter,

their lesson of endurance

is amazing.

 

~

Even the tears upon my pillow

fade into the fabric of life.

 

~

Love makes everything possible.

~

Happy Thanksgiving !

 

Holding you in my heart

I woke to find the hills in a blanket of white,
cold brisk signs of winter revealed in the
snowy puffs of white.

I saw the many colors of life in a rainbow
that arches across the sky like colorful
lights.

Colors in ever hue, the pain of red, the
skies blue, each moment is oh so fine
like dancing in the night on the clouds
of love where you are mine.

~



Over the mountains,
I'd sail through the blue,
memory by memory
guided by you.

Sunshine in the morning,
stars rule for life as
your love camped out
in my heart tonight.
~

Sometimes the words come together
to reveal what is in the heart and
 other times the page is empty
like the madness found in the
dark.

I'd reached beyond the mountains
high, looking to find the love
that was passing me by.



~

Whispers of the Heart

I watched as the sun took to the sky
replacing the darkness and the moonlight.
The window beside me gave such a view,
knowing that my sky is your sky too.

The shiver of my spirit could not be denied,
I felt it take a hold as it grasped from inside.
My  conscious thoughts existed only of you
as I re-explored the moments that made my
sky so blue.
~

There is a comfort knowing our love exist
that the heavens sent the clouds for our
dance upon the blue. That our dreams
are real and I can feel you here next to
me.

~
I am certain you must know how
much I love you so. My heart beats
for you and for you alone.

You changed my world and taught
me once more to feel, the magic
that ensues when hearts and souls
infuse.

There is no comparing my wants
and needs , for when I am with
you I have my everything.

It wasn't my desire to look and find
but somehow the love brought you
to my side.

Connected in spirit, bonded soul to
soul, you took my heart and my
hand you still hold.

The passion developed
with warmth and tenderness
and I describe it as a love
that brings a joyful bliss.

One with the universe I hold
you by my side even though
the barriers of mountains
dare to control the night.

~

Listen closely and the whispers
of the heart will reveal the love
I've had for you from the start.

My fingers rule the keyboard,
your memories rule the night
and my heart dares to write.

Mi amore, mi amore I love
you, mi amore, mi amore
yes I do as I whisper of
my love for you.

~

Sings >I don't need the stars....

I don't need the stars to go on wishing, I do it both morning and night. I wish that you were here my darling and my dreams were  really coming to life.    I don't need a rainbow to bridge the blue skies, I bridged the distance with my mind. All I had to do to hold you darling is simply close my eyes.

      

                                                               Day after day I tried,
                                                               placing the pieces inside,
                                                               one by one in the heart,
                                                               to bring you from afar.

                                                               
~


I have come to understand
from the window she stood
trapped inside her bedroom,
she is so very much
misunderstood.

Distant and so far away
until it occurred to me one day,
there was loneness and a bit
of fear in the little girl that
had so much to share.

Nothing could ever touch her,
she seemed to fade into the night,
gone but not forgotten as she
remains trapped within my mind.








The older I get the more I realize that all things shall pass. In some ways it makes you grateful for the experiences and restless wondering what else is yet to be. It is like being a part of nature, as each season passes the days become accumulative. They not only build character but weigh down the spirit.
Playing a variety of music, each song brings a moment in time back to life. Some melodies capture the soul with romance and passion, others set a mood that cradles us under a blanket of melancholy heartbreak. But in the end it all comes together to reveal the vulnerability that time itself has placed on us.
In retrospect I understand where choices took life on a detour. Flustered as I try to make sense, stringing together the pieces of my life. The goals take on a new direction as reality of survival surrounded by yet unknown perimeters. Sometimes you just can't see beyond the mountains nor can you bridge the distance that separates souls.




Tethered spirit
dares to fly
grounded both
soul and mind.

Trying to escape,
the loneness of
the day.

Bound by sorrow
and despair,
wondering where
I belong and who
belongs here.

Tethered spirit
dares to fly
grounded both
soul and mind.

It's All In The Game - Tommy Edwards

Living and Loving

It takes someone special to dance upon the clouds,

to capture the moment while the world goes round.

I felt the rain for the very first time,
it touched my heart and awakened
my soul.
~

The snow is melting,
the sun is shining
down and on my
window the shadow
of life is found.

Leaves of yesterday
blanket the hills
as a reminder of
a love that never
fails.

The loon cried out
in the early morn,
the sound haunting
as your memory
seem to wash a
shore.

I stood in disbelief
as if the river knows
what you truly
mean to me.

Trees line the hills
and the sun rising
mixes with the
autumn chill.

I quivered as
the wind blew by,
knowing that you
will  be with me
for all time.

In my heart from
that very first day
and that is how
is how forever
found its way.

Imagine for One Moment

Imagine for one moment the box remains locked, unable to be opened, no sound of music and a ballerina to never again spin. I felt a toying of emotion, sadness marked by tears and a loss that left a void within my heart. I felt as if the pen of life was out of ink and no chapters were left to write. Surely the story didn't end in a whimsical like fairytale or a made for the big screen love story. Imagine that the heart remained closed , without fore experiencing the love that in me grew. No sounds of music to take me to the clouds and never to dance like the snowflakes falling to the ground.
The tears hold memories of you, as each one falls my heart calls out to you. Yes I felt the magic that has this hold on me, taught me the meaning of love and how to dream. I thought that I could erase my yesterdays but I failed to mention that in my heart you stay. Your the love that makes up all I see from the treasures of earth to the mighty galaxy. You unlocked my heart and the music began to play and I danced in the heavens each and every day.


Dance ballerina upon my jewelry box,
spin around in circles where you stand atop.
Never to forget the love that remains
deep within my heart I hold it to this day.

Dance ballerina upon my jewelry box,
spin around in circles where you stand atop.
I saved warmest memories of you
and the visuals of our heaven that once
soared the blue.

Emotions

 

Emotions typed upon a page,

with a little bit of sunshine and a little bit of rain.

 

 

Mother nature gives to us a test,
sunshine and blue skies and
storms at their best.

It's a little bit of heaven and
a little bit of hell , nature
has a way of casting a
spell.

All should come together
and work as one, for the battle
should not be man  upon man
as Mother is the one having
fun.

When we can overcome the
anger of the day, we will see that
love is the only way.



I wasn't quite ready for the first snow fall,
it covered the hills and white is all I saw.
I didn't appreciate the ice crystals that lay
along the stream or the blanket of white that
covers where trillium once bloomed in May.

Signs of winter are awful dark and gray,
black in the morning as night falls and
rises earlier each day. I don't appreciate
the lack of sun and there is no fun in
freezing rain.

~
Foolish Rabbit

Run rabbit run
try to get away
but you keep
circling back
for more of
the same each
day.

Run rabbit run,
try to get away,
north, south,east
and west leads
the same way.

Run rabbit run,
try to get away,
start a new life
and survive
another day.












Some think that dreams are  just a catalyst for useless thought. In all reality dreams can reflect the voice of the heart, the journey of a soul and the faith in tomorrow.

If you don't have a dream you can't climb those mountains high,
bridge the seas and dance upon the clouds in the sky. Without
the dreams alone would we be. It is when the night falls I can
dream you next to me.

If you don't have a dream, you can't imagine what life could
be. It is the dreams that take  you to the heavens and give
you a glimpse of eternity. It is when the moon takes it place
in the sky that I find I'm in your arms and you are in mine.


If you don't have a dream you can't build rainbows
in every hue nor take a journey through the magical blue .
Lucky for me I can close my eyes each night, take a deep
breath and explore with my mind.

~
There is a lock upon the gate
of the garden of happiness,
I can see that it is there and
that joy does indeed exist.

If I could unlock the gate ,
I'd be there with you,
 celebrating each moment
that is like a dream come
true.


I see in my daughter her strength and confidence which exudes her very being and at times the complete opposite and her weakness surfaces. This poem is for my daughter who taught me more about me than I ever thought was possible. 

Journey forward
stand tall, don't be
afraid to stumble
and fall.

See the sunshine in
all you do, let that
happiness coming
shining through.

Take the challenge
don't be afraid, you
were loved since the
first day.

Journey forward
stand tall, don't be
afraid to stumble
and fall.

If my heart held the pen, oh the story it could write,from the beginning it would make things right. The sharing of hearts and souls,the tale of love would gently unfold.

If my heart held the pen, I'd script a new, the magic of the love of two. I'd start at the beginning when we were just tots, running around and laughing and trying not to get caught.

 If my heart held the pen, oh the story it could write, there would always be blue skies and days both sunny and bright. Never sorrow or tears to fall in the story of love we have it all.

If my heart held the pen, you would be here with me, instead of just in a dream. Your arms would hold me tight and I would get to kiss you good night.

If my heart held the pen, the pages It would fill, with only good memories to instill. Starting with sharing each day with you and making dreams come true.
~

What of this life, if not to love ?

What of this life, if not to love? Your arms around me and our kisses so sweet. Morning or evening, summer or fall, we rule the moment, winter and all. Bridging the distance with mystical dreams, hopes and desires and a bit of memory. Time plays and awful game as I wipe the tears, I stop to pray. Before you close your eyes and rest your weary mind, hear my prayer I whisper for you. The words of my heart right there in the blue. Quickly released to the wind, let my words of love touch you from within.

~
I know that laughter is a gift of all time,
it remains in my heart and my mind.
The smiles you give the life we have
to live, I am grateful for all we have.

Souls that collide, when hearts join
you became mine. Nothing can take
away my love for you, you'll find
it rules the sky so blue.

We said our goodbyes to summer,
the days have quickly passes us by.
While Autumn bows to winter, I
feel the emptiness without you
by my side.

The night usually finds me sleeping
and yet I lay here wondering of the
day, when dreams first became
reality and your kiss a breath away.

~

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom: If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

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Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom: If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Read more about Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare Analysis & Poem by www.poemofquotes.com

 
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom: If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Read more about Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare Analysis & Poem by www.poemofquotes.com

 

..

The path has taken you in a different direction...

~

 

 

If there is a reason

I still know not why,

that the story once written

leaves a bitterness inside.

~

 

 

Gaze twice through my window

and once through my heart.

 

 

~

 

 

 

I listened close and

my heart revealed,

to deeply heal is to

remove the shield.

 

 

 

 

 

Do I belong in the shadows of loneliness and fear

or is there a path beyond the mountains that

leads to the one who cares?

Chains that only I can feel,
bound in the darkness, tight
like bands of steel.

Trying to remove the locks
that hold me here and rid
my heart of all traces of fear.

~


If I were to paint a rainbow for you,
like a bridge of color in all shades and
hues.
I'd paint it to arch the sky so you could
visit through heart , soul and mind.

~


Autumn records the seasons
through the colors of life,
from the trees undressed in
winter through spring to
summer sun yellow bright.

There are stories of sorrow,
days filled with despair
and the glimpse of happiness
when hearts and souls share.

Autumn records the seasons
through the colors of life,
from the trees undressed in
winter through spring to
summer sun yellow bright.

Some things I'd rather forget
and other moments are clear
like the warmth of your hello
and each moment we shared.

Autumn records the seasons
through the colors of life,
from the trees undressed in
winter through spring to
summer sun yellow bright.

~
When I close my eyes
I'm ever closer to you,
like sun shining in the
morning , your love
comes through.

Tears fall as I wipe
each one away and
yet they leave a
reminder that haunts
me to this day.

When I close my eyes,
I'm ever closer to you,
like sun shining in the
morning, your love
comes through.
~
The five year old in me
yells life isn't fair or I
would have been in your
arms so we could forever
share.

So much time has passed
the days just blowing by
and my heart weeps
with a ache that is deep
inside.
~
Shards of Crystal
some awfully small,
pierce the heart
and to that I am
appalled.

The splinters remain,
reminders of the many
yesterdays, sorrow an
happiness are just a
thought away.
~

The book has yellowed
the pages crumble and fall
as time has documented
the good and bad of it all.

There are memories worth
forgetting and a few that are
kind and so I leave my heart
open to embrace for all time.

The book has yellowed,
the pages crumble and fall
as times has documented
the good and bad of it all.

Love to Only You

Left, right or straight ahead,
I keep hitting a dead end.
Around and around I go
in a circle without an end.

Memories are all I have
and all I have is you .
In my heart for all time
and in the heavens blue.

~
I gave you my heart and you can do what you may,
I gave you my soul that special day.
I gave my love to only you and you gave in return
a sky so blue.

I gave you my heart and you can do what you
may, I gave you my soul that special day.
I gave my love to only you and you gave in
return a sky so blue.

~

Be practical, don't be a fool, 
listen to your heart and soul.
Make a choice that will lead
your sweet love to me.
~

.
There is an angel waiting up above,
for the dance on the clouds of love.
I know it must be true or why else
would my heart be so darn blue.

Nothing makes me worry so
than a day where you let me go.
For love is a grand scheme,
that controls our dreams.

~

I went about singing silly songs of love,
wondering if my sweetheart knows  I
waiting in the heavens above.


I danced in the kitchen and my heart kept
a beat to the music that belongs to you and me.

I went about singing silly songs of love,
wondering if my sweetheart knows
I am waiting in the heavens above.


~
I am not in charge of this path I am on,
it is a bit confusing and it has its share
of right and wrong.
I don't know tomorrow or which way it will
lead but I trust in the Lord it will guide you
to me.
~

Emotion

I lay in a blanket of emotion,
troubled and weary am I .
Listening to my heart I feel
it tremble as if it holds in the
tears that I cry.

I beg for you to listen and
in the silence my whisper
will you hear.
Words meaningless until
they bridge the mountains
and take my love to you via
the wind that passes by.

~
I ask " what is love ? It is compassion and the ability to care ?" I brush my fingers against my pillow and I ask again " Is it the magic we share ?" My flesh hungers for yours, my heart is deep in desire, my soul lit reflects upon the heavens the measureless flames of desire.

Just Me

Early in the morning,
no one is by my side.
The darkness dwells
as the sun has yet
to rise.

Many souls in passing
and that may be true,
and yet I feel a loneliness
with out you.

There is peace in writing
as I document the day
that you touched my heart
in the most wonderful way.

Promises are forever
and some things will
never change as I hold
you in my memories
day after day.

~
Colliding Worlds

To each something different
and this much I can say
that no two worlds are
quite alike, each special
in their own way.

Occasional the laughter,
loyalty and fun and just
the thought someone
cared enough to love.

There are dances in the heavens
and a stroll upon the earth, as we
walk along the river and listen
to the squawking blue bird .

Worlds divided by
mountains and seas,
with barriers along the
way that keeps everything
in a dream. 

Enter the moment and
here is what you will see,
that someone can take a
heart and make it believe.

The world of magic that
only friendship brings,
when hearts and souls
collide out of simple
need.

The need to give and
the need to receive
the warmth of love
that through our
heart breathes.

~
 Life began at ten
as I was running
through the woods
gathering some apples
and feeling misunderstood.

Nature embraces in a
magical way, it doesn't
place judgment any
time or day.

One with the mountains,
like a sapling tree,
I found myself growing
with thoughts and memories.

Sometimes I am tired
guessing which way to go,
my journey so restless
like the wind it blows.

~
Only love can understand
where our hearts in this
world stand.

Only dreams to bring you here,
in the night where my heart
I share.
~
Up so early
as I watched
the sun rise,
replacing the
darkness with
bright blue sky.

There are dreams
that you few will
get to see for mine
came true when you
said hello to me.
~
My fingers are typing
and the words are from my heart
some cast in memory others
getting a fresh new start.

Easing my mind and calming
my soul, I write the words of
love that in my heart I hold.

~
Forever and Always

I thought about the love,
wonderful indeed, it
makes life so special
and puts a smile on me.

There are no endings
time is all we have
forever is everlasting
a declaration of our
dreams.

~
I needed to run
and run I did,
escaped through
the memories
where there is
only love.

I needed to feel
your embrace
to gaze into your
eyes as I kiss your
face.

I needed to run
and run I did,
into your arms
where my tears
I hid.

No sorrow or despair,
only love and joy is
allowed here.

I needed to run
and run I did,
to a place I
was once forbid.

Beyond the mountains
and dreams
I am running via
memories.


to ease the pain

I write so that I can touch a star,

feel the magic that only love can bring

and share the warmth of a summer day all year long.

~

It when the day is overwhelming,

I know that I can close my eyes and feel you near.

 

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Relaxing in Your Arms

I have had several calls to confer on the beginning of Autumn. There wasn't any one situation that spurred the journey. It really was about the many obstacles,  people and a road that twist and turns as we travel. It was like every person I met was responsible for awakening something inside of us. It began with acceptance and then came encouragement and that followed by faith. I had years that were incredible and a few that I would rather forget. But as I spoke with the women writing the article on me I found myself reviewing the domino affect that people have on us. One moment leading us to the next. Again I looked at what different people brought to my life and the continuing journey. It all comes back to friendship and how very different each friendship is.
I told my postmaster Dan that I thought lately that being a hermit seemed like a good escape.  I imagine we all surface through periods of anxiety as we stress over the unknown. What I found really incredible is that everyone we come in contact with finds a place somewhere within us. Some become a mere memory , others find a place in our heart and than there is occasional magical moment where one soul bonds with another and is on the journey for the long haul.
As I listened to the music and went over today's  conversation in my mind and reviewing my life as someone else read a part of my life out loud to me I found myself seeing that it was not segments but a whole picture. I felt a warm feeling as I thought of the person who dared to enter my life and bring a magic that once could only exist in a fairy tale and another that showed me hearts really do break. But that is neither a beginning nor an end, just and extension of what was to come.
Sometimes as my eyes swell with tears, I try to understand what each fallen tear represents. They are really neither happiness nor sadness but packed full of emotion.

I reached across sea,
unknowing and empty
of dreams, to find you
were there reaching.
with your love so sweet.

That led me to tomorrow
with magical memories
that touched my heart
and gave to me a dream.

There were a few obstacles,
and people passing by ,
until I found your friendship
that wiped the tears from
my eyes.

My legs a bit wobbly,
choices still a few
as my heart beats faster
as thought of you with me.

Pieces of a Rainbow

Pieces of a rainbow,
scattered on the wall,
reflections of a story
 are like stars that fall.

Placing the pieces together
like a puzzle in the sky as
I try to make sense of the
memories that just won't
 die.

Pieces of a rainbow,
scattered on the wall,
reflections of a story
 are like stars that fall.

My heart reminds me
of my yesterdays and
yet my soul embraces
what tomorrow will
play.

Pieces of a rainbow,
scattered on the wall,
reflections of a story
are like stars that fall.

Each piece a prism
that reveals with light,
a spectrum of color
that reflects life.